"Don't be like this, Mr. Ji..."
Bai Haoxue cupped Ji Hanyu's face and gave him a loud smooch, her voice soft and sweet.
Ji Hanyu's expression improved a bit, and Bai Haoxue pressed on, "Mr. Ji, to me, you will always be the most handsome. Everyone else is just passing clouds; they can't even compare to a strand of your hair."
Ji Hanyu's lips curved slightly upward, "So, it's my face you're after."
Bai Haoxue: "..."
Is this a trap question?
It seems like it!
Bai Haoxue wrapped her arms around Ji Hanyu's neck, leaned in, and proactively kissed his thin lips, "Wrong, you're so wrong. I'm not that superficial at all. I'm not just after your face; I'm also after your physique."
Ji Hanyu: "..."
"Very well." Ji Hanyu placed Bai Haoxue on the bed and said meaningfully, "Mrs. Ji, you must remember what you said today."
Bai Haoxue: "..."
Why does she inexplicably feel a chill, like the moonlit night is turning into a river of longing?
